Surak, the dog
Made, not born
Born not of any special lineage, Surak has forged his own way. Abandoned at a young age, he was found howling in a makeshift kennel on a concrete floor:
Surak started criss-crossing his way through the United States at eight weeks old, mere days after being adopted:
The journey was hard, and not all moments ring proud:
Before embarking (intended) on the quest to ride, Surak had to learn that his lot was earned and not given:
At a mere ten weeks, the young prodigy boarded his first pannier and began countless loops around the neighborhood:
Steadily venturing further and faster, he quickly learned to ride and was no longer bound to a window to stick his head out of:
Life begins
Unknown to Surak, his training prepared him for a journey back across the country. Tucked into his pannier one summer morning, he began the trek:
Eventually he outgrew his aluminum bounds, moving to the back of a 1200GS, boxed in by excessive luggage to keep him safe:
As his confidence (and size) grew, he began to become one with the motorcycle, shedding his aluminum bounds:
It was at this point that his boundary began to transform into a throne:
Forged and tempered, Surak willingly sheds earthly comforts to keep himself strong:
Outgrown
Left with no further room to grow, Surak discards his ailing BMW for another three letters:
Better, stronger
Like his bike fresh off the showroom, the new setup was not Ready to Race and required a redesign:
Surak quickly took to the new kennel, adopting it as his new home:
And it's from this perch that Surak travels the world:
